Hungover, I crossed over to the psychic realm

Under the dual blows of the mysterious force and the continuous and fierce attacks of Lin Yu and Li Qiang, the encirclement formed by the group of giant pythons, which was as solid as a copper wall and an iron barrier, finally showed a barely noticeable loosening. At this moment, the tense atmosphere of the battlefield has reached an unprecedented peak. It seems that time has been imprisoned by this invisible pressure, and everything around has fallen into a suffocating stillness. Even the muddy swamp in the swamp, which originally kept bubbling and emitting a stinky smell, seems to be frozen in place and no longer churns. A strong fishy smell fills the air, mixed with the foul odor emanating from the giant pythons, making people almost vomit.

The air seems to have instantly turned into a heavy lead plate, pressing heavily on the hearts of Lin Yu and Li Qiang. Their chests are as if tightly clenched by an invisible and powerful big hand. Every breath is accompanied by a heavy sense of oppression, and inhaling each breath is extremely difficult, as if dragging a load of a thousand catties. Their lungs ache faintly due to excessive effort. Lin Yu's forehead is covered with dense beads of sweat, which slide down his cheeks and drip into the turbid muddy water at his feet, disappearing instantly. Li Qiang clenches his teeth tightly, his face is pale, and his hands tremble slightly involuntarily, revealing his extreme inner tension.

This trace of loosening is like a faint shooting star streaking across the dark night sky, so short that it is almost illusory. The fleeting light is about to disappear into the endless dark abyss in the blink of an eye. Once missed, there will be no chance of survival left, and what awaits them will only be the fate of being swallowed up, becoming two more unknown remains in this swamp. This swamp has always been full of dangers. Countless adventurers who stepped into it never came out again. Their bones were buried by the silt of the swamp and became a part of this evil place. Lin Yu and Li Qiang are well aware that if they can't seize this fleeting opportunity this time, they will follow in the footsteps of those people.

However, Lin Yu, a warrior who has wander on the verge of life and death countless times and experienced life and death in perilous situations filled with blood and violence, with his keen combat intuition honed through years of actual combat, is like an extremely precise crisis detector. At this critical moment, he quickly catches this crucial flaw. His eyes instantly become as sharp as an eagle's. His usually gentle pupils shrink sharply, like two sharp cold rays, emitting a chilling with nothing left, and locking onto that weak point tightly. In his eyes, this weak point is no longer just an ordinary gap in the encirclement of the giant pythons. Instead, it is the only ray of hope for them to get out of the desperate situation, the glimmer of dawn in the dark that can lead them to the other side of survival, carrying all the possibilities for them to live on, and it is their last straw in this desperate predicament.

He knows very well that this may be their only chance to get rid of the threat of death. Once missed, they will be forever trapped in this dangerous swamp, becoming the food in the bellies of the giant pythons or being slowly swallowed up by the silt of the swamp. Countless battles he has experienced flash through Lin Yu's mind, and the images of struggling on the verge of life and death emerge one by one. He remembers the fear when he first stepped into a dangerous situation and the companions who fought side by side but unfortunately sacrificed. He will never allow himself and Li Qiang to end up in the same way.

At this moment, Lin Yu uses all his skills. The Taichu Divine Sword in his hand is like a living thing. Every swing is full of indomitable momentum. The sword body trembles, as if roaring in battle. The buzzing tremor is like the rumbling of war drums coming from the ancient battlefield. He wields it so densely that layers of sword shadows overlap, interweaving into an awe-inspiring sea of swords, and also like an impregnable iron barrier. Every swing is accompanied by extremely sharp sword qi, making a "hissing" sound. This sound is sharp and ear-piercing, as if it can break 

through the boundaries of time and space, carrying endless sharpness, cutting the surrounding air into countless tiny fragments. A torn smell fills the air, as if there are countless invisible silk threads crisscrossing in the air.

The sword qi, carrying a terrifyingly powerful force, is like a surging tide, wave after wave, continuously surging out, repelling the giant pythons that keep pouncing forward with their teeth bared and claws brandished. In the eyes of the giant pythons, which were originally fierce and cruel and seemed to be able to swallow everything in the world, a trace of uncontrollable fear now appears. Their thick and powerful bodies, which used to run amok in the swamp, involuntarily retreat under the impact of the sword qi. Their muscles are tense, and their scales stand up, but they no longer have the previous arrogance. The originally orderly and tacitly coordinated attack rhythm is completely disrupted, just like an elite army that has lost its commander, instantly falling into chaos, becoming scattered, colliding and squeezing with each other, and emitting dull roars, with a chaotic scene.

Some giant pythons are tripped by the bodies of their companions, struggling and twisting in the mud, splashing a large amount of turbid muddy water. The muddy water splashes onto the surrounding giant pythons, adding to the chaos and embarrassment. A relatively large giant python is pushed aside by several small giant pythons. It twists its body angrily, trying to return to the battle position, but accidentally gets its abdomen scratched by a sharp branch hidden in the mud. Blood immediately stains the surrounding muddy water red, and it emits a painful roar, the sound of which echoes in the swamp, full of despair and unwillingness.

Then, Lin Yu rushes towards the weak point of the encirclement without hesitation. His figure is vigorous and agile, just like a swift cheetah, exuding an indomitable and fearless momentum. Every pore exudes a strong desire to survive. When shuttling through the gaps between the giant pythons, he is like an experienced dancer, skillfully avoiding the deadly attacks that the giant pythons may launch at any time. He twists his body flexibly, dodging left and right. Every move is precise and smooth, showing the demeanor of a master.

His steps are firm and powerful. Every step he takes heavily in the mud of the swamp splashes a large amount of turbid muddy water. The muddy water is mixed with the blood of the giant pythons, leaving a string of mottled traces behind him. These traces are both like the medals of his heroic battle and like the deep marks of his struggle for survival in the desperate situation, recording the cruelty and hardship of this thrilling battle. His heart is pounding like thunder, and his blood is surging in his veins. Every time he avoids an attack, it's like passing by the God of Death, but with his tenacious will and superb skills, he manages to turn danger into safety time and time again.

Once, the tail of a giant python swept towards him from the side. He quickly sideways dodged, and the tail passed by his clothes, bringing up a strong wind, making him break out in a cold sweat. His back was instantly soaked with sweat, and his heart was pounding violently in his chest, as if it was about to break through his chest. Without time to catch his breath, he quickly adjusted his posture and continued to rush forward, with only one thought in his mind: break through this encirclement and survive.

Li Qiang closely follows behind him. He is well aware of the delicacy and danger of the current situation. Even the slightest mistake may lead to a complete failure, and there is no room for the slightest carelessness. Under the full cover of his ice-based magic, he quickly forms seals with his hands. The movements are smooth but also a bit urgent, as if there is a fire burning. Every change of the finger seals contains the flow of the power of ice. He mutters something under his breath. The voice is low and powerful, as if having a solemn and sacred conversation with the ancient and mysterious ice laws between heaven and earth. Every syllable is like awakening the sleeping power of ice and snow.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature drops sharply, as if instantly falling from a hot summer into a cold winter. A layer of faint mist fills the air, which is quickly condensed from water vapor. Under the illumination of the rune light and the sword shadows, the mist shimmers with a strange light. The muddy water in the swamp quickly freezes, and in the blink of an eye, crystal-clear but indestructible ice walls and flickers ice spikes are formed. The ice walls are like extremely strong fortresses, stretching across between the giant pythons and them, blocking the direct attacks of the giant pythons.

Those giant pythons that try to break through the ice walls crash into the ice walls, making a dull and heavy sound. Ice chips fly in all directions, like blooming ice flowers. Under the refraction of the sunlight, the ice chips emit colorful lights. The ice spikes are like sharp blades, glistening with a cold light, making the approaching giant pythons hesitate. As long as they are a little careless, they will be pierced by the ice spikes. In the face of the ice walls and ice spikes, the movements of the giant pythons become even more sluggish. Their bodies are shrouded in the cold air of ice. Every breath seems to carry ice shards, and they emit bursts of painful hisses. The hissing sound echoes in the swamp, long and shrill, full of despair and unwillingness, as if it is their lament for this defeated battle.

Li Qiang's hands tremble slightly, but he still firmly maintains the ice-based magic. Sweat keeps sliding down from his forehead and dripping onto the ice surface, instantly condensing into ice beads. His arms are extremely sore and his muscles cramp due to maintaining the magic for a long time, but he grits his teeth and perseveres. He has only one thought in his mind, which is to help Lin Yu and himself break through the siege safely, even if he exhausts his last bit of strength. He remembers the bits and pieces he has experienced with Lin Yu, those difficulties and challenges they have faced together. They must not fall here.

With the tacit cooperation of the two, they successfully break through the heavy encirclement of the giant pythons. However, they dare not slack off or relax in the slightest, because they know very well that the danger has not really been lifted. This dangerous swamp may reveal its ferocious fangs again at any time, and those giant pythons will never give up easily. Taking advantage of the fact that the giant pythons have not reorganized an effective attack, they desperately run towards the depths of the swamp.

Their breathing is rapid and heavy. Every gasp is filled with tension and urgency, as if they are in a race against the God of Death that counts every second. Every breath is like snatching time from death. Sweat soaks their clothes like a fountain, mixed with the muddy water of the swamp and the blood of the giant pythons, making their bodies seem to be burdened with a heavy load of a thousand catties, extremely heavy. Every step they take seems to exhaust all their strength. Their legs are as heavy as if filled with lead, and their muscles are extremely sore. Every time they lift their legs, it's like overcoming great resistance. Their leg muscles twitch due to excessive fatigue.

But their eyes are firm and persistent, shining brightly. There is only one belief in their hearts - to survive, find a safe place, and get rid of this terrible nightmare. This belief is like a blazing fire that burns more and more vigorously in their chests, giving them endless strength and supporting them to continue moving forward in this dangerous swamp. Their figures shuttle quickly in the swamp. Behind them, the roars of the giant pythons are gradually fading away, and the swamp is stained red with blood. Ahead, there are unknown dangers and a glimmer of slim but precious hope of survival.

They don't know what awaits them ahead, but as long as they still have a breath left, they will not give up their efforts to survive. That glimmer of hope is like a lighthouse in the dark, leading them to stagger forward in this dangerous swamp. They run in the mud with deep and shallow steps. From time to time, branches hidden under the mud scratch their legs, and blood flows down 

their calves and merges into the mud, but they don't feel the pain at all. There is only a strong desire for survival in their hearts.

Suddenly, a thick fog appears ahead, be filled with smoke and the situation inside being unclear. Lin Yu and Li Qiang look at each other, and a trace of hesitation is revealed in their eyes, but it is quickly replaced by firmness. They have no way back and can only continue forward. They step into that thick fog, and their figures gradually disappear into the fog. In the swamp, only the angry roars of the giant pythons and the gradually calming muddy water are left, as if telling the story of this thrilling battle.